Monday, April 21, 2025

Reddi-Whip

Here’s today’s New York surprise

I witnessed with my own two eyes:

Reddi-Whip, the cans amounted

To nineteen (and yes, I counted!).

 

Lined up on a bench, as well

As underneath, and I could tell

They all were empty, for the caps

Were strewn around, by slobs, perhaps.

 

There was no whipped cream residue

And raindrops hadn’t sprinkled through,

So with these clues, I did conclude

That this was gobbled up as food.

 

Yet one more possibility

Did naturally occur to me –

A group of young adults or teens

Went crazy spraying all their jeans.

 

I’ll never know just what took place –

The detritus, though, I’ll embrace

As fodder for my daily poem

About the place that I call home.

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